I love this! I keep picturing the white mulberry tree at my parent’s house. The berries looked exactly like blackberries only they were white and sweet. We had a jealous blackberry vine wrapping around its base too. I can picture them warring when we weren’t looking!

Please don’t apologize, or worry, Ryan. Everyone’s so polite here–I just finished reassuring another writer, who was apologizing. We have lives beyond the blogs–full of all manner of issues that demand our energy and timely attention. There will be a day–soon I hope–when I’ll be absent for a bit, to take my laptop in for service. It’s truly driving me crazy, making it difficult to read posts….whine whine whine 🙂

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Ryan Stone writes after midnight. His short fiction and poetry have appeared in publications including Eunoia Review, The Drabble, Algebra of Owls and Silver Birch Press and won prizes in a number of competitions at venues including Grindstone, Writer Advice, Goodreads, Writers’ Forum Magazine and Poetry Nook. He lives in Melbourne, Australia.